When Do Memories Stop?

When Do Memories Stop?


drops fell from
the shower head
stinging burnt
spots on my bald
head my eyelids
unrolled from a
few drops pulling
the dark ends of
my eyelashes
my mind opened
to a field full of
Daises swaying:
fragments of
golden smells and
warm air on my
right ear in a slow
rise and fall of
breath I'm glad
the drain at my feet
only feels water
and doesn't choke
on my tears to fill
me in the tub
and drink in every
memory of Daisy.



"COLORING THE WORLD CONTEST "  E: A colorful contest that offers more.


Prompt: a field full of daises


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